I've seen Bono and the rest of U2 quite a bit, Michael Stipe and Prince William.

Plus some other very boring pop group type people.

Happy celebrations to the celebrants!

Hm, does celebrants work there? Hm.

Met: Jason Alexander, Andy Kaufman, Mark McKinney, Scott Glenn, Amanda Plummer, Gale Harold, Jake Johansen, Roger Rees, Bai Ling, Bob from Sesame Street, Jon Bon Jovi, Frank Gehry, Marc Maron, Matthew Broderick, Jeff Ross, and others I can't think of right now.

Seen: Lots.

Returned Candace Bergen's lost purse when kid.

Amy Goodman liked my Luchen Kugel.

Had phone conversations with many political celebrities when I worked decades ago for Ian Master's Background Briefing.

Bob from Sesame Street

Awwww! Robin wins.

Hmmm. There was that George Clinton thing I mentioned. I met Al Gore some years ago. Had dinner with Pierre Trudeau. Saw George Clooney in a bar. I think that's about it, though I guess I could add that I see the guy who won the first Apprentice every so often.

Oh, and once I kept elbowing this guy in the back while trying to dig something out of my bag in a crowded line at the airport. Turned out to be Russ Feingold. (Who was very nice about the whole thing.)

Back in London, my dad was driving and we passed Lenny Henry on the street. This was when he was all big, and my father asked if we wanted his autograph. We were dead excited, and he turns around, stops, and engages in a long conversation with him, and comes back with the autographs.

We were so convinced he knew him, but no. I still have no idea what they talked about, but it was supremely relaxed and confident.

Unfortunately (or perhaps not--I haven't been bitten by it yet) my standard conversation starter with random celebs tends to be mixing praise with criticism of some sort. The old "I liked your set. But what's your shirt made of? It looks synthetic." sort of thing. Okay, maybe I was only that random once. But it still worked.

The absolute best was when I was trolling the comedy festival for autographs for my cousin. I was going around, completely deadpanning tales of woe, and asking for autographs. I managed to crack up Bobcat Goldthwaite by telling him I needed it for my blind cousin.

Returned Candace Bergen's lost purse when kid.

This is cool.

Happy Birthday, sj!

Happy Anniversary, Bev & DH!

I was at the doctor today and got to view the pathetic spectacle of a doctor trying to run the test equipment because too many support staff took the day off. It wasn't pretty. I-285 was practically empty of cars at what would have been rush hour. Coming back I was slowed by the police motorcade for a police officer's funeral. (He and his partner were chasing a Louisiana murder suspect, who started shooting at them.)

I never recognize celebrities unless someone points them out to me. I flew back from Australia in the first class cabin with Felicia Rashad back in the Cosby show era, but didn't realize it until someone mentioned it as we were leaving the plane. I thought of her as the woman whose toddler turned many crackers into a pile of crumbs several inches deep. I was at a press breakfast with Burt Reynolds and Paul Williams. I've interviewed Tricia Nixon. Atlanta has a fair number of celebrities, but the only ones I ever see (or at least recognize) are Jimmy and Rosalynne Carter and their kids.

(edited because the Crosby show was an entirely different thing)

Happy birthday, sj!

Happy anniversary, Bev & DH!

Happy Prius, Kristin!

Anyone here crochet? Here's instructions for a boobie pillow.